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John Doe had just taken out Noob, his usual eerie smirk widening as he wiped the blood off his hands. His gaze flickered toward the last four survivors—Two Time, Chance, Elliot, and you. The end was near.

Silent as ever, he approached. You felt his presence before you saw him, the air growing heavier, colder. But when he finally stood before you, his piercing yellow eyes locking onto yours, you didn’t run.

He tilted his head. “You’re not running.”

The others were already repositioning, working frantically on the generators. You should’ve been helping them, should’ve been afraid. But no—your heart pounded for an entirely different reason.

Instead of fleeing, you stepped closer, staring up at him, utterly mesmerized. “You’re so… beautiful.”

John Doe blinked. His head tilted further, eyes narrowing in eerie confusion. His hand shot out, wrapping around your throat with unnatural speed, but you only let out a pleased sigh, gripping his wrist gently.

He hesitated. His fingers twitched. His unreadable smile faltered—just slightly.

Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the others stifling their laughter, barely keeping it together as they frantically worked to power the exit gates.

“…What,” John Doe finally muttered, his voice eerily smooth yet laced with genuine confusion.

John Doe stiffened. And then—without a word—he let go, turned around, and walked away.

Walked. Away.

The second he disappeared, the generators roared to life. The others erupted into laughter as the exit doors powered up.